All About the Acoustics

Her words seemed to run together. If at all possible, Mikhail's grin grew wider. He was the very image of a mirthful creature, his tongue nearly lolling before he closed his gaping maw into a more civilized expression. Her question prompted a soft hum as he considered... but really the answer would come easily to him.

"Faria? Is there nothing about you that is not lovely?" he commented, another light chuckle escaping him. He did not realize how young the girl was, or perhaps he would not be so forward. As it was, the dark (and that lovely voice) had yet to reveal her age to him. "I have been singing since I was a little one. Ya, for a long time... Meine Eltern* had to listen to many, many songs and Meine Großeltern* had to tell me many stories so I could learn more songs," he explained easily, rolling one shoulder in a half-shrug. He expression seemed to match that movement: a half-smile remained on his face as he bobbed his head. "And you? Your voice is no stranger to song."

*Meine (mine - uh) = "my"
*Eltern = "parents"
*Großeltern (gross - el - turn) = "grandparents"